So for more than 30 years, I've held on to these goblets. Rarely used them.
When I knew I was going to sell the house, I listed them on craigslist for 1/2 the current going rate. Not even a nibble.
At the estate sale, I put $20 on each. Not even a glance.
Given my experience at Goodwill yesterday, I wasn't going to donate them there. And I didn't intend to burden any family or friends with them.
(Burden: My mother noted one day that she intended to leave her Fostoria with one of my brothers. "Why?" I asked. "Because I'm irritated with him, and he'll be cursed with the stress of imminent breakage whenever he uses them.")
So what to do?
I don't know what you might do, but here's what I did:
- Get towel; lay it on floor.
- Place three Waterford goblets, Lismore pattern, on towel.
- Gently swaddle fine crystal with towel.
- Get rubber mallet.
- Get safety glasses; put them on.
- Bang. Bang. Bang.
Mazel tov!
3 comments:
It IS only stuff. Love your Mom; my kind of gal! //terry
That just made me cry! No respect for the artisans of creation. Shame on you.
I understand your sentiment. On the other hand, I chose to view the experience like one of those Tibetan (or Navajo) sand paintings - to appreciate their beauty and then, to acknowledge the transience of such, let them go.
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